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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.