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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.