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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.