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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.