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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.