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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.