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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.