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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.