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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Gong,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.