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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Visage,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.