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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.