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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.