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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Whodini,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.