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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Brick,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Gong,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.