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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
PIL,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.