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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.