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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the grime 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.