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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.