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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Scion,
the Slits,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.