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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.