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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.