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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
the Normal,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.