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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.