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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.