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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.