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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Mars,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.