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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.