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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Make Up,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.