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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.