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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.