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 Qatar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.