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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
UT,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.