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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.