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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.