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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.