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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.