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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Index,
Kayak,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren 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.