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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.