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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.