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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.