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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Japan,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.