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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.