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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.