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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mummies to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.