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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Ten City,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.