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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.