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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.