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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.