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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.