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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.