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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.