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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.