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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.