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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.