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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.