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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.