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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.