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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.