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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.