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 China and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.