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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.