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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.