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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.