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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.