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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.