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 Mauritania 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Smog,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.