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 Paraguay 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.