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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.