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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.