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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Television,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.