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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.