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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.