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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.