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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.