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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.