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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.