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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.