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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Cameo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.