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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.