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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.