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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.