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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.