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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.