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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.