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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.