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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.