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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.