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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.