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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.