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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.