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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.