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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.