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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Q65,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.