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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
John Holt,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.