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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
MC5,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.