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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Human League 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
the Normal,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.