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 Belize and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.