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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.