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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.