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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.