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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.