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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.