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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.