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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD 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?
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.