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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.