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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.