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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.