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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.