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 France and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Swans,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.