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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike 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 rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.