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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.