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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.