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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.