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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.