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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.