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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
the Normal,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Monks,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.