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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.