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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.