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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.