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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.