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 Jordan and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.