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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Excepter,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.