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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Rekid,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.