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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.