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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
ABC,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.