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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Organ,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.