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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.