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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.