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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.