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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.