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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Index,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.