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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.