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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.