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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.