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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Q65,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.