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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.