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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.