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 Slovakia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.