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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.