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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Swans,
Franke,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.