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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.