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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.