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 Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.