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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.