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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.