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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.