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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.