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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.