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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.