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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.