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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.