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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.