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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.