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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.