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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.