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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Pole,
The Victims,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.