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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Josef K,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.