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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.