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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
cv313,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.