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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.