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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.