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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.