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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.