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 Niger 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.