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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.