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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.