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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.