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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.