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 Burundi 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.