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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
The Fall,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.