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 Albania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.