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 Luxembourg 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.