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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.