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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.