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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.