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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.