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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.