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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.