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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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 Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.