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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.