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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.