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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Pole,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.