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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Roxette,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.