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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Rekid,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.