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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.