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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.