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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.