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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.