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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
New Order,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
UT,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.