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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.