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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.