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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.