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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.