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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.