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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.