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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.