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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
PIL,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Monks,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.