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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Gong,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
The Move,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.