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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.