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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Fear,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.