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 Romania and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.