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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.