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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
X-102,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.