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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.