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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
AZ,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.