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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.