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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.