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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Godley & Creme 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.