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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.