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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.