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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Shoche,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Ice-T,
PIL,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Technova,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.