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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Smog,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.