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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.