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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Saints,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Human League,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.