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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.