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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.