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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.