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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Sandy B,
X-101,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.