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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.