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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.