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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.