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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.