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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echospace 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Yaz,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.