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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Smog,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.