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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.