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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.