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 the UAE 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.