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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.