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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.