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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
The Motions,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.