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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.