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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.