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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.