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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.