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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.