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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.