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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Move,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.