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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
DNA,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.