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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.