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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.