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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.