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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.