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 Japan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.