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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.