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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.