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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.