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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.