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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.