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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Motions,
X-102,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.