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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
The Move,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.