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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.