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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.