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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.