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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.