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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.