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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.