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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.