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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
the Normal,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.