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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Monolake,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
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.