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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.