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 Lebanon 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 the Association to the dance 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.