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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.