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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.