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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.