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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.