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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.