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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.