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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.