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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Cluster,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.