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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.