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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.