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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.