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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.