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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Index,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.