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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.