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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.