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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.