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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.