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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.