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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.