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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.