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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.