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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.