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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
the Germs,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.