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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.