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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.