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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Wings,
Gong,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.