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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Smog,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.