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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.