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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.