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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.