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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.