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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Wings,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.