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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Wings,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.