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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.