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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.