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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.