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 Tajikistan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.