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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.