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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.