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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.