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 Mali and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.