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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.