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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.