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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.