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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.