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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.