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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.