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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.