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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.