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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.