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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.