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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.