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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.