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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.