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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.