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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
UT,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.