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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.