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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.