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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DNA to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.