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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Brick,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
MDC,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.