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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.