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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.