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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.