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 China and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.