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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gories to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.