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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
cv313,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.