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 Oman 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.