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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.