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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.