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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.