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 Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 theremin 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.