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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.