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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.