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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.