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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Victims,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.