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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.