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 New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monochrome Set 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.