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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.