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 United States 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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.