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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.