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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.