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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.