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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.