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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.