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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.