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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.