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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.