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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.