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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.