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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.