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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Supertramp,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.