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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.