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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Can,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.