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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.