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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Organ,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.