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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.