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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.