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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.