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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.