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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.