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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.