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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Wire,
Cameo,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.