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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.