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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.