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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.