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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.