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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.