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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.