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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.