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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.