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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.