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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.