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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.