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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.