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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Wire,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.