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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.