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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.