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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.