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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.