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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.