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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.