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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.