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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.