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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.