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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.