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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.