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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.