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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.