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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.