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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.