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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.