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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.