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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.