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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.