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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.