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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.