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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.