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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.