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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.