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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.