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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.