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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.