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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
10cc,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.