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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.