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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
UT,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
June Days,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.