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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.