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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.