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 Azerbaijan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.