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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.