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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.