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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.