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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.