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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.