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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
MC5,
AZ,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.