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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.