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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.