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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.