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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.