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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
X-102,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.