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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
New Order,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.