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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.