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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.