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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.