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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.