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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Television to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.