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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.