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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.