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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Darondo,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.