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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.