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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.