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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
MC5,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.