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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.