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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.