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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.