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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.