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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Franke,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.