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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.