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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.