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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Index,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.