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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.