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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Wings,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.