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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.