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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.