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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 Accra and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.