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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.