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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.