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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.