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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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?
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
CMW,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.