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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.