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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.