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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.