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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.