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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Wake 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Television,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.