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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.