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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.