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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.