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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.