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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.