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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.