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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.