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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.