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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.