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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.