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 France and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.