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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.