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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.