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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.