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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.