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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.