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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.