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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.