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 China and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.