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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
DNA,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.