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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.