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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
JFA,
X-101,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.