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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Television,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.