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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.