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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.