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 China 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl 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?
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.