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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.