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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Can,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.