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 Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.