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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.