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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.