Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.