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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.