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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.