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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.