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 Benin 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.