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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.