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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.