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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.