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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
EPMD,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.