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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.