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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.