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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.