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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.