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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.