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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.