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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.