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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.