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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.