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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.