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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.