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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.