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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.