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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Crime,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.