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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.