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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Can,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.