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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.