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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Harmonia,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.